Run
vii
"We've got a test today!" I'm brought out of my daze with a jolt, a sudden fear clenching in my gut. "It's just a quiz, so I'm sure you dumb asses will do fine."
My breathing is getting tight, my chest is begging for air and I'm gonna diediedie.
"Cartman, you fat ass! Come hand out the papers!" He grumbles something and stands up, snatching the papers out of Ms G's hand. "I guess all those fat cells replaced brain ones, huh?"
The class titters as he starts placing a paper on each desk.
"At least you're getting some exercise. Though I can't help you in the mental department, retard."
"Shut up!" He shouts, slamming the papers on my desk and pointing an accusatory finger in my face. "You think there's something wrong with me? Stan's a fucking faggot!"
The room goes deathly quiet. Mouths hanging open, faces blank: the whole nine yards.
And then Craig laughs.
"You honestly think anyone believes you? Stan has a girlfriend, instead of an inane crush on Kyle of all people."
"I'm not a fucking faggot!" Cartman screams. Several people jump back, but Craig seems unfazed. "You're the one that was about to fuck 'im in the abandoned room!" His finger stabs into Craig's chest.
Craig's eyes narrow.
"Don't touch me."
It's Cartman's turn to laugh. "What the fuck ya gonna do, pansy faggot?"
There's a sickening crack and Cartman's finger is bent the wrong way.
He stares, the smile still on his face.
He stares.
He stares.
He screams.
"What the fuck is your problem? You broke my finger you assfuck!" Craig stands up, brushes off his pants, and socks Cartman in the jaw.
Sprawled on the floor, Cartman blubbers something along the lines of a plea.
"What the fuck am I gonna do?" Craig hisses, looming over the brunette. "I'm gonna fuck you up." He stands a brings his foot up to-
"Stop!" Heads snap in the direction of the speaker.
Did I say that?
Shit.
"St- stop, Craig. He's an asshole but d- don't hurt him..." Craig sighs heavily, placing his foot back on the ground. He spits on Cartman's face and calmly walks the three steps back to his seat.
The room seems frozen, Ms G's eyes flicking from Cartman to Craig to me and back again. "O- okay. Uh, can someone take Cartman to the nurse and someone else hand out the papers?"
A kid nods stiffly and hauls Cartman up, walking with him to the clinic. Butters picks up where Cartman left off, winking at me as he takes the papers off my desk.
I shiver.
-/-/-/-
"F- fuck. Sta- an..." His voice cracks as he slumps forward, gripping my hair in his hand. "A- ahh."
I stand up and walk away, spitting his fluid in the sink. Cupping my hands underneath the faucet, I attempt to wash the taste from my mouth.
"Stan." I turn sharply. "Did I do something?"
Half-formed thoughts roll around in my head, crashing into each other as I try to find something that I can say to him that doesn't sound idiotic.
"What are you?"
He inhales sharply, his eyes narrowing. "What am I?"
Flustered, I search for what exactly I was trying to say. "I- I mean you can just hurt someone like that and-"
"I'm-"
And then everything goes black.
AN: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT.
TROLOLOLOL.
Oh shitttt~! ;D I got all of you.
Noooo! Don't give up on me, though! I'm so afraid that I'm losing my 'Horror' category, but... nice!Craig is soon to be forgotten.
Just... Pfft. If you thought it was scary/emo/horror before, you might want to go read something else. After this chapter, it is earning it's M rating.
Kukukuku.
Jam: Chelsea Dagger by The Fratellis. It's one of my favorite songs.
No spelling errors this time~!
~Nixi o3o
